Well, not Cincinnati, per se. Nobody can hate Cincinnati as a city. How do you hate something so harmless, so boring? Do you hate khakis? No you do not. You better not ever choose to wear them, but khakis aren't hateable. Just boring.
But I do hate the Reds, at this very moment anyway. I hate owner Bob Castellini at the moment for being a jock-sniffer extraordinaire who bought his way into several clubs before finally buying this one outright, and then brought along his old friend from St. Louis, Walt Jocketty, as an adviser -- and then waited all of 24 days into the 2008 season to fire general manager Wayne Krivsky and replace him with ... Jocketty.
I hate Jocketty at the moment for coming here to so clearly steal another man's job, without having the decency, or the guts, to simply take it outright on his first day in town. Jocketty let Krivsky squirm for a while -- as his "adviser" -- before gutting him on Wednesday.
I hate the fact that I'm speaking the truth but the Reds will complain about me and probably try, again, to keep me out of their clubhouse because they're not used to a media member with fangs.
But not done hating.